[Murder.Of.Crows]

Tequila fucks me up. I have a set of stages that seem to always happen. First, I am happy, taking shots and being with friends. Second, I get philosophical, I begin to question things, life, space and time. Except it's in a drunken manner, so of course, non of it makes sense. The, third, I get angry because no one is listening to my rants. Fourth, I get angry at myself for not fitting in whatever strange and insane idea I had that the world should be like. Fifth, I rage and usually end up fighting because I threatened someones life. Sixth and finally, I strip and pass out in a shower or underneath a bed. Not always mine. So, I no longer touch Tequila. Never had a problem with any of the other liqueurs though.